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Post by Dracoon on Mar 28, 2010 5:08:37 GMT -5
Well, this is it. The Web of Shadows. It's about a curious Black who gets bitten by a tiger and turns into one. _____________________________________________ The night clashed with thunder. I couldn't sleep. "DemonicProwler, just sleep," snapped my fellow Blacks, obviously annoyed. Aunt DarkThuwed tucked me in again, but I still couldn't sleep. The forest outside looked terrifying. Another clash, and I jumped from my stony bed and into the forest.
The forest seemed a lot more scary than what I imagined them to be. I kept on running and shut my eyes. Then I felt something furry in my face. I seemed to have run into another cave and was now inside the warm paws of a striped cat. Backing away, I tried to run but my legs felt like lead.
It seemed to think of me as some toy. Gnawing my leg, it refused to let go. I yelped at the pain and conjured a tiny sphere of darkness that hit it. It growled and stirred, letting me go at last.
Sensing the chance to escape I limped away. My wound was bleeding, and I licked it to stop the blood. It seemed a tiny patch of...fur was growing on it.
It was still raining, and I was now lost. My wound hurt and I began to miss my friends Stripey and Hungry. They were my best friends. I began to cry, crouching down under a tree.
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Post by Mysticwave on Mar 28, 2010 10:54:58 GMT -5
It's pretty good so far. *Claps.*
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Post by Dracoon on Mar 29, 2010 3:16:44 GMT -5
((Thanks. ))
After the rain had stopped, I emerged from my hiding place inside a hollowed tree. Scratching my head, I found a clump of fur on it. And I was now covered in stripey, orange fur. I even had a furry tail.
I quickly went to the riverbank and splashed water onto my face. It was now a cat's face staering back at me, instead of the usual hatchling's. "What happened?" I screeched, reeling in shock. I was now a tiger. The riverbank offered no answer as I padded away, depressed.
I felt my back hurt. Could it have been the sleeping cat from yesterday? It chewed on my leg. Somehow I was now it. The pain in my back seemed to spread, and I laid my head down on the grass. Two dark shapes obstructed my view of the sky-I had grown my wings, which marked maturing.
Great. Now I was a winged hatchling trapped in a tiger's body. How could I change back? Suddenly, the words of the mantrich hit me.
If you are in any need to reverse a powerful spell, go and look for the Stone of Dreams. With that in mind, I set off.
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Post by Mysticwave on Aug 8, 2010 15:03:43 GMT -5
No problem, and still pretty good.
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Post by Lostinlove on Aug 31, 2010 19:51:36 GMT -5
Good Dragon stories
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